Pansy was incredibly proud of her cousin Ernie. She watched the whole ceremony with a certain joy in her heart. Their whole lives had been spent building up to this moment. She was holding tightly to Marcus' hand the whole time. One day, she would be there for the same type ceremony for Marcus, only she would be on the dais with him - becoming queen of Ireland. It was huge.
She did not expect the attack, and didn't really even understand what was happening until she was on the floor. She was torn between staying and trying to protect herself. Pansy was a lot of things, but most importantly at this moment she had a keen sense of self preservation. She crawled rather unladylike across the floor, as low as she could get, letting the pews block her from any spells. She made it to the end, and looked back at Marcus, scared.